Infection.

Yes.

How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news?

Isaiah 52 (somewhere...I think)

No, you're right. I have no idea what I'm doing. I have a little bit of money, student loans, other debts and ties, and I'm going to go stay with people I don't know, find food where it can be found, and pray...that something happens...Maybe we can preach the night away until some kid sitting in the window is so tired he falls--asleep--and then out-- the window. We'll go dog pile him and march out of that town, the whole place celebrating because he lives.

Maybe that. Maybe not.

Acts, baby. Quite theatrical at times.

So pray for us also, that we may proclaim the gospel as we should. That we speak not with our tongues but with the spirit's leading, that we love people like they're rockstars, that we act in a manner worthy of the calling, that we find a place to lay our heads...but just until we're called away, that we let our flesh rot as our spirits are renewed.

Thank you brothers and sisters.